Disclaimer: George Lucas created everything... except for the Giza-Pops... the name belongs to me, the idea belongs to whoever makes Otter Pops.

A/N: I'm sorry to announce that this is the final chapter of Impatience... I just thought I'd point out that the airspeeder I used in this story, the XJ-6 (speeder Anakin stole in Episode 2 AotC), belongs to Senator Simon Greyshade, not the Jedi Temple. Although the XJ does not belong to the Temple, I changed that so that it would fit this story. All the facts I used were from Wookiepedia, I did not make them up to fit the story, I actually researched. Secondly, I'm sorry it took so long for this chapter to be written, but I wanted it to be perfect, so I hope it was worth the wait! Last, but certainly not least, I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed this story, I absoulty love the reviews people give me. I'd especially like to thank Ann Jinn for all the support and your reviews! It's made writing this story a lot more rewarding.

When Obi-Wan came back from his meeting, much later in the morning, he walked in expecting Anakin to be ready for his first piloting lesson. The moment Obi-Wan entered their living quarters, the Jedi Knight sensed that something was amiss. Whatever the disaster was this time, it concerned Obi-Wan even more that he could not figure out what it was. That was when it hit the older man; the room in which he stood was quiet, unnervingly quiet. In haste, Obi-Wan began to neurotically tear apart the room in urgent need to find his apprentice. Unfortunately, it was common place for Obi-Wan to incessantly worry about his Padawan. He knew that the boy occasionally wandered his way out of the Temple, and down to the lower levels of Coruscant, where he often found droid parts to assemble in his rare amounts of spare time. Obi-Wan was so preoccupied, that he felt ashamed when he found Anakin laying on the couch, something he should have sensed when he walked in.

Although the Master was relieved to see his Padawan safe, he was perplexed to see the position in which the boy was lying. With his legs on the couch and his torso on the floor, Anakin appeared to have fallen asleep while watching a Holo-vid in an upside down position. Obi-Wan was not incredulous toward the scene, even though just looking made the mentors neck hurt. Reaching over to turn off the video display, the Master could not help but to notice something that was out of the ordinary. Anakin's mouth was hanging open, with his tongue hanging out, the latter peculiarly discolored. Either Obi-Wan was delirious, or his apprentice was sporting a green tongue. The older of the two men did not desire to wake the boy, for the mentor knew how seldom his Padawan got sleep.

Reluctantly, Obi-Wan kneeled down and softly called to his apprentice until Anakin woke from his sleep. It soon became evident that the adolescent was uncharacteristically oblivious. The young man gradually opened his eyes to see his Master leaning over him. Genuine concern was cast over Obi-Wan's face, or at least enough to discomfort Anakin.

"What's wrong Master?"

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"You don't look so good."

Obi-Wan reached out and placed his hand tenderly on Anakin's forehead, a gesture his Master had not used since he was young. It had been a while since Anakin could remember having a fever, but he was confident that he would know what one felt like, if one was present.

"You don't feel hot…" Obi-Wan finally stated as he withdrew his hand.

"I'm not sick…"

"Then why, my young Padawan Learner, is your tongue green?"

The incredulous tone in his Masters voice made Anakin laugh, "Oh you mean that!"

"This is serious Anakin. You could have some incurable disease that will seize your life within less than a standard week!"

"Master, you don't understand. It was just a Gizka-Pop…"

"A what?"

"A Gizka-Pop… its frozen sugary juice in a plastex wrapper."

"Where on Coruscant did you get something like that?"

"They give them away once a week in the Cafeteria."

"Oh."

"Yeah…"

Obi-Wan felt quite foolish to think that his Padawan was inflicted with a deadly disease. When he had seen his Padawan's green tongue, the mentor had assumed the worst possible condition. The older man continued to sit and dwell over his mistake as his Padawan sat, uncomfortably awaiting for his Master to say something. The boy was beginning to worry that Obi-Wan would be lost in thought for a prolonged amount of time as the silence became awkward. Never able to guess what his mentor was thinking, Anakin wondered if the older man was preparing a lecture for him, on what, the boy could only imagine. When Obi-Wan opened his mouth, Anakin had already prepared himself to endure an impossibly long and well thought out lecture.

"So would you like to receive your first piloting lesson now?"

"You really mean it?"

Obi-Wan smiled as the boy's face lit up brighter than a star exploding in the deep reaches of space.

"Of course, Padawan," Obi-Wan said as he tousled the boy's hair.

"Thank you!"

Anakin gracelessly fell the rest of the way off the couch before sitting up so he could embrace his Master tightly. Obi-Wan smiled as the boy detached himself from the hug and jumped to his feet impatiently waiting for his Master to do the same. More elegantly than his Padawan, Obi-Wan stood and followed Anakin as the boy rushed for the door. Both Master and Apprentice headed out of the door and for the hangar bay.

Shortly after arriving, Anakin began to observe the array of choices displayed before him. Aware that his Padawan had an infatuation with anything that could fly, Obi-Wan tolerantly waited for the boy to choose the perfect airspeeder, a XJ series model 6.

Once Anakin had picked his speeder, Obi-Wan shook his head as his Padawan thrust himself over the side, just clearing the height of the door and landed himself in the pilot's seat. After his Master entered the speeder in a more practical fashion, the boy did not hesitate before starting the speeder up as antigrav generator powered the repulsorlift. Just as it began to levitate, Anakin began revving the 30 megawatt twin turbojet engines. The boy had to restrain his excitement as he looked over to Obi-Wan for confirmation to which the man responded with the rolling of his eyes before nodding. Once the apprentice was sure his Master was not going to bail out of his duty, Anakin put the speeder into reverse and looked over his right shoulder before backing out of the parking spot.

Obi-Wan had to use ancient Jedi breathing exercises to keep himself calm as Anakin carefully maneuvered the XJ-6 out of the hangar. The Master knew his apprentice was capable of being a safe pilot, however, that knowledge did nothing to calm his nerves.

Coruscant's traffic was the most dangerous accident waiting to happen that Obi-Wan could recall experiencing. However, Anakin was a Jedi and his awareness skills were about to be tested as the boy began to raise the XJ towards the nearest skylane. Putting the airspeeder into gear, Anakin accelerated so that he could merge into the skylane without being hit by passing traffic.

"Now Anakin, you're going to want to make sure that you are watching for the other speeders, they have the right of way and won't stop to make room for you. Wait for an opening so that you…"

Obi-Wan's right hand flew to the door as he gripped tightly to the side of the speeder as Anakin deftly merged himself directly in front of a speeder that was about to hit them. The other pilot honked their horn as Anakin continued to speed up.

"Damn it Padawan, I told you to wait for an opening!"

"I couldn't wait that long…"

"You nearly caused an accident!"

"I wasn't that close."

"You need to learn to be patient and not cause lane rage."

"Fine..."

Obi-Wan felt the XJ shift into a higher gear as Anakin continued to go faster, passing other pilots and probably breaking the speed limit.

"Anakin, how fast are you going?"

"The speedometer says were going 720 kilometers per hour."

"You're supposed to be going 240! Slow down before we get pulled over!"

"This speeder has eight gears Master, why would it have that many if I wasn't suppose to use the eighth gear?"

"If you don't slow down, you're going to be grounded, Padawan."

"Fine…"

As Anakin began to down shift, Obi-Wan relaxed his grip on the car door until police sirens began to echo in his ear. A deep sigh escaped Anakin's lips as he descended out of traffic, the police speeder following suit. It was obvious to the older man that his apprentice was scowling, even with his eyes closed. Once both speeders lowered to street level, Obi-Wan instructed for Anakin to turn off the engine as the repulsorlift engines died down and gently set the XJ on the ground. The police officer approached on the pilots side and folded his arms.

"Do you have any idea how fast you were going?"

Anakin was about to respond before Obi-Wan cut him off.

"I'm sorry officer, were both Jedi and I was just teaching my Padawan here how to drive."

"And I'm the queen of Naboo…"

"Wait a minute," Anakin cut in, "don't you mock Padme!"

"Excuse me?" the officer raised an eyebrow at the boy before Obi-Wan could interject.

"Ignore him. Let me show you my ID."

Obi-Wan began to rummage through the folds of his tunic and robe before the confidence on his face began to diminish.

"Master, you didn't…"

"I apologize officer, it seems that I accidentally left my ID at the Jedi Temple."

Anakin slumped down in his seat, trying his best to become invisible, "You did…"

"Sir, you and your son are under arrest for driving without a license, for trying to bullshit me… and failing miserably."

Obi-Wan raised his hand and passed it in front of his chest, "We are not under arrest and we are free to continue on our way."

The officer lifted his forearm to speak into a comlink strapped to his wrist, "Officer 686 to officer 623, I'm gonna need some backup. I've got two Jedi imitators on my hands."

An audible whimper escaped Anakin's lips as his cheeks began to flush, "Please tell me this is all just a joke. A really mean, practical joke you're playing on me to teach me a lesson. Obi-Wan, I'll never speed again, I promise… just call it off."

"Anakin, I'm sorry to break it to you, but this is real."

"You're damn right it's real! Get out of the speeder and keep your hands where I can see them… Jedi."

Obi-Wan got out of the passenger's seat and placed his hands on his head as Anakin followed suit. Reinforcements arrived and confiscated the XJ as some clasped stun cuffs on the Jedi's wrists. Both were escorted over to the first officer's speeder and placed in the back seat as the doors were locked behind them. Anakin closed his eyes and groaned as he lowered his head. Feeling empathy towards the poor boy, his Master felt awful that his apprentices' first experience driving, concluded in being arrested by the Coruscant Law Enforcement.

Obi-Wan tried to cheer to boy up by encouraging him, "Everything will be okay Padawan. I'll get everything straightened out."

Anakin did not even raise his head as he mumbled his response, "Am I grounded?"